Tag Archives: muse

Feel into your skull for a tell-tale lump that once may have broken skin but decided to lay dormant, hidden, forgotten. Are you a better person for it? Will you rub it absently to remind yourself?

Dance to provide a service of hope, erecting a protection for a new beginning and crying your heart away for those outside it.

Brave the busy and quick decisions to reach a destination and fufill an obligation, a mission; a way to prove you can still be a good person.

Hide a tradition from the fear its reveal will result in its end, clasp at a heart of hope and surround yourself in shadow. Watching. Waiting.

Merge with your best version but draw your final breath before you can enjoy the power of being complete. No one is ever truly complete and alive.

Fear of death gives birth to me, the siever of souls too anguished to try, but whose beautiful screams fuel my strength and keep those opposing me on their knees.

Enter the empty garden of hardened dirt and try soften with blood, soak it into the ground and see what life you create, crawling its way up through bloodlust.

Use the past’s covers to weave a loved one’s gift, strands of your own hair forming the stitches and creating a symbol of a chosen family who you trust and will never replace.

Count the successes and decide if they can be tricked away before you consider the option of playing fair and meeting me on equal ground.

Farm the fish with legs, shoot from a distance and watch them dissolve into experience for you to drink and challenge the real power beyond.